Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Then why didn't you tell me!"

Harry's deep voice was full of uncontrollable anger, like a surging undercurrent lurking beneath a calm lake.

Ron looked at him and Clark with a worried expression, for fear that they would fight.

But Clark still said calmly: "What if I tell you? It's just to add to the trouble. Could it be that you can still catch Black alone? You don't have that strength, Harry!"

"Okay, Clark, don't say a word," Ron quickly persuaded, "Harry, that's not what he meant."

Harry ignored him, just lowered his head, and walked out of the bar by himself, while muttering, "Yeah, I'm too weak..."

Hermione and the others followed behind him, not daring to make a sound, watching him disappear into the Honey Duke candy store, then turning around and walking back to the castle.

Harry is not very clear about how he got back to Honey Duke's cellar, how he got into the tunnel, and entered the castle again.

He only knew that his return journey didn't seem to take much time, and he didn't even notice what he did in the middle, because his mind was full of the things he just heard.

Why hasn't anyone told him?

Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornelius Fudge... His parents were betrayed to death by their best friend, why was no one ever told him about it?

"Don't you understand, you're just a child, you don't have the strength, and they're afraid of you taking risks." Clark's voice sounded in Harry's mind.

Am I too weak? Can I resurrect my mother?

Do not! I can definitely resurrect my mother, I need more power! And Blake...

During dinner, Clark and the others who had returned from Hogsmeade finally saw Harry, and Hermione, Neville and Ron had been watching him uneasily.

Because Percy was sitting next to him, few people dared to mention what they overheard, and they had no appetite for dinner.

After they finished eating, they went upstairs to the crowded common room, only to find that George and Fred were overjoyed with the arrival of the finals, so they planted six large dung bombs at the door of the lounge.

This kind of disgusting thing even Clark was embarrassed, and when they were done with it, they found that Harry had gone back to the dormitory.

Ron was worried about him, and hurried back to the dormitory, leaving only Clark and Hermione in the lounge.

"Looking at you like this, there is definitely a secret to this matter." The three found a sofa that avoided the students and sat down, and Hermione spoke first.

Clark looked at her and made a joke, "I see that you are getting to know me more and more. Say, are you in love with me?"

Hermione spat, "Bah, dogs can't spit out ivory, if this is love, then 'love' is too cheap."

"You won't tell the truth honestly," said Neville, who was sitting beside him, "so you definitely concealed what you said to Harry."

"I promise to tell you the truth!" Clark almost swore.

Hermione pouted, "You didn't tell a lie, but you didn't say everything."

She pointed out the loopholes in Clark's words sharply, "You only said that you knew about it, but you didn't say that what Fudge told was correct or not."

"If it wasn't for you telling us the truth all the time, we wouldn't be friends with you." Neville answered.

"That's because you have good eyesight." Clark smiled and waved his hand, and a teapot not far away flew over.

Hermione poured herself some tea.

"Don't get off the topic!" She let out a coquettish sigh, "What exactly is this situation? Tell us about it."

"You guys, this is someone's privacy..."

"Stop talking nonsense! We care about Harry."

"Okay, okay, I said."

Clark leaned back on the sofa, his face blurred by the flames in the fireplace, "Fudge is not wrong about what he described, but he got a fundamental problem wrong."

"What is it?" Neville asked curiously.

When Hermione heard him say this, her clever mind suddenly had some guesses, "You mean... the matter of Black being a secrecy?"

"Isn't he the Keeper?" Neville asked.

"Of course, according to the logic of normal people, it's definitely safest to let your most trusted friend be the keeper. This is the safest way."

Hermione analyzed, "But it does not rule out that some people are smart and want to do the opposite: since everyone thought he would choose Black, he chose not to choose Black, but chose the one that was least noticed... No one can imagine…”

"Peter Pettigrew?"

"Peter Pettigrew!"

Her and Neville's voices sounded almost at the same time, and the two looked at Clark together.

Clark raised Erlang's legs, lifted the teacup, gently blew off the foam on the tea, took a sip, and then said, "Yes, very clever, you basically guessed right."

"So Black knew that Peter Pettigrew was the secrecy, and went to seek revenge for him that day?"

"Why doesn't he tell the difference?"

"The Ministry of Magic put him in Azkaban without investigating?"

"Why didn't you tell Harry about this?"

"Does Headmaster Dumbledore know about this?"

The two of you kept asking questions, and Clark had to press his hand down, "You ask so many questions, how can I answer them? Besides, the things behind this are very complicated, and it is not as obvious as it seems on the surface. It's that simple."

"First of all, I have always been skeptical about any information circulating on the market.

Because as long as it comes from the mouth of an intelligent creature, it will have a subjective opinion. When we describe a thing, we will not feel that we have added our own understanding, and rarely can achieve true objective neutrality and impartiality. Do not lean.

For example, in this matter, who is Blake? He is the eldest son of the Black family.

What is the Black family? It is one of the largest, oldest and richest pure-blood wizarding families in the UK, and a member of the Holy Twenty-Eight.

This family is known for its passion and pure blood. Their family motto is 'forever pure'. Therefore, the Black family is also very contemptuous of Muggles, Squibs, pure-blood traitors and Muggle-borns.

Because of this view, most of the Black family practiced and used black magic, and were supporters of Voldemort during the First and Second Wizarding Wars. "

As for Clark's words, Neville, who also belongs to the Holy Twenty-Eight Clan, nodded in agreement.

"In this context, even if Black and Potter were good friends from school, there were many people who were skeptical of him.

This is like Snape, even if he did something good, if you say it, will Harry and Ron believe it? Would the little wizards in Gryffindor believe it? "

Hermione and Neville fell silent.

"This is human nature, and wizards with more rational emotions are more serious in this regard. Binary opposition, black and white is their normal state."

Clark continued.

"So after these externally imposed labels and prejudices, let's look at this thing Fudge said:

Voldemort wanted to deal with the Potters, but the Potters went into hiding and declared that their secrecy was Sirius Black.

After that, Voldemort found the Potters and killed them, then failed on young Harry and fled.

After the tragedy, Hagrid came to the scene as soon as possible, rescued Harry, and then met Blake who came, got the flying motorcycle from him, and escorted Harry to his uncle and aunt's house.

The next day, Blake found Peter Pettigrew and clashed with him on the street, causing a huge explosion, and then Peter disappeared and was suspected of being dead, but Blake did not escape, was arrested by the Ministry of Magic, without trial, directly Imprisoned in Azkaban.

If this is the case, then think about it, what problems and doubts exist in it? "

Clark looked at the two of them, and Hermione said first:

"First of all, the Potters announced that the secrecy was Sirius Black, but only claimed that there was no concrete evidence to prove this.

Second, there were only witnesses at the scene of the conflict between Blake and Peter, and the body of the deceased was not found. It was impossible to determine the cause of Peter's death and whether it really died.

Third, and most importantly, the Ministry of Magic has no legal awareness and a weak sense of the rule of law. It is inappropriate to directly sentence Black and impose life imprisonment on him without investigation, evidence collection and interrogation. The lawyers didn't give Blake one! "

Neville also added: "After the so-called massacre, Black neither ran away nor resisted, which in itself is counterintuitive. You know, under those circumstances, the Ministry of Magic would have given him a camera at any time. The ghost's kiss."

"Of course, based on these alone, we can only say that there was something wrong with the case more than ten years ago, but we can't say that Blake is absolutely innocent." Clark, "That's why I didn't tell Harry."

"When it comes to the death of his parents, no matter what we say, it's doing him secondary damage.

In addition, there is no solid enough evidence to crucify everything, and it would be extremely difficult to help Blake overturn the case. "

Clark put down the teacup, looked at them and said.

"Sirius Black is the eldest son of the Black family, and the only remaining male heir to their family today.

For this reason, the officials of the Ministry of Magic did not execute him for the sake of the other twenty-seven holy wizarding families.

But when Black was hurried away, most of their family's property was also eaten up by the remaining wizard families.

It was a feast. The Black family's business, real estate, and shares were all divided up. If their ancestral home was not protected by the Fierce Loyalty Charm, not even a single tile could be kept.

And if it is true to reverse the case for Sirius Black, I am afraid that those wizard families who have eaten with oil on the corpses of the Black family will not agree so easily.

Even Blake's escape from prison made these people nervous, lest he ran out to seek revenge on them.

That's why the Ministry of Magic is so nervous, and would rather spend so much effort to catch him. "

"Are we going to tell Harry then? Or Headmaster Dumbledore?" Neville asked.

"No, Harry won't listen to it now. As for Headmaster Dumbledore, he may not have doubts about this matter, but he is also not good at speaking."

"Then what do you want to do?" Hermione asked suddenly.

To say that who knows Clark best in this world, Hermione dares to say the first, but no one dares to say the second. She believes that Clark must have other plans besides these obvious reasons.

"I have to find Blake first. To be honest, there is something in their family that I desperately need. If he is really wronged, I will help him clarify the truth of the matter and give him his innocence. If not, then I will also Catch him and do Harry a favor."

Of course Clark knew that Blake was wronged, but he couldn't produce evidence now. Everything had to be told with evidence. Even he couldn't take advantage of the trust of Hermione and others in him and let them listen to him directly.

Doing so, on the one hand, will weaken the two's ability to think independently, making them dependent, on the other hand, once what he said does not match, it will also greatly lose his credibility.

Hearing Clark's words, Hermione nodded as well. They chatted for a while about how to find and deal with Black, then got up to say goodbye and returned to their dormitories.

Clark and Neville pushed open the door of the boys' dormitory, and as soon as they entered, they saw Ron sitting by the bed, looking at the other side nervously.

And on the bed opposite him that belonged to Harry, the curtain had already been drawn, and only a vague figure lay there, motionless.

"How is he?" Clark stepped forward and asked Ron in a low voice.

Ron shook his head and said that he didn't know, "I asked just now, but he didn't answer me. UU reading www.uukanshu.com may have fallen asleep."

The three of Clark took another look, but they could only take off their robes and lay down on their bed.

After a night of silence, Clark and Neville woke up early the next morning. After they finished running and had breakfast, Harry didn't get up.

On the first day of today's holiday, most of the students in the dormitory went back. Clark stayed in the common room. Ron pulled Neville to play magic cards there. Hermione and Clark spread their homework. Three tables filled.

Just like that, it wasn't until lunch was approaching that the sound of footsteps came from the spiral staircase.

Ron looked up and saw that it was Harry who was dressed.

"Where have everyone gone?" Harry asked.

"Let's go! It's the first day of vacation, remember?" Ron said, observing Harry's expression, "It's almost time for lunch, I was going to wake you up."

Harry sat down on the chair by the fireplace, the white snow was still flying outside the window, and Hermione's pet cat Crookshanks was lying on the warm fireplace like a big **** leather blanket.

Hermione looked at his expressionless face and finally said:

"Harry, you—you look ugly."

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